There’s a story that doesn’t begin with “once upon a time.” It begins in the quiet restlessness of everyday life—in the sigh you let out while commuting, in the late-night thoughts that refuse to leave. This ancient...
At 25, most of my friends liked parties.Weekend plans. Loud music. Laughter. Drinks.The kind of stuff that looks great in stories.
I tried to enjoy it.Sometimes I did.But most of the time, I just felt… not myself.
In a...
There are thinkers, and then there are dancers. Zorba was a dancer. Not just in body, but in spirit. He didn't believe in preparing for life — he believed in plunging into it, tasting it, shouting with...
Why we feel exhausted even when we’ve done nothing wrong
There are days when you wake up already tired.Not physically — but somewhere deeper.Like a part of you has been carrying too much for too long.And you don’t...
When you stop trying to be impressive all the time
Somewhere along the way, we started believing that life must always be exciting.
We began chasing “interesting” —interesting jobs, interesting hobbies, interesting captions.As if being ordinary was some kind...
There is no role here. No title. Only a mind quietly observing — not seeking to become, but simply seeing what is.
Sometimes, words arise. Sometimes, silence is enough.